A monk and his love

I love letter to a monk part 10

Yeshe, my secreted lover.

In my current life last night I thought my room smelled of incense after I kissed a prayer flag in the hopes that we would meet again and resume our relations. I long for your love and your gentle loving. How I hope to hold your hand like a gemstone.

In our homeland when we were leaving the remote monastery I walked up to a poppy field and searched for the perfect poppy. Which I did secretly so you didn't notice until later. When we arrived I hid the poppy so you wouldn't notice and joined you in the bath. We ate and made love. I didn't know what felt better your hardness or the fact that I actually ate food after fasting. Decisions decisions. I told you to put scented oils when you come out and I left the bath to get into our quarters. I got dressed and ran quickly. In our quarters I lit incense, out in essential and scented oils and planted the flower between my thighs and womanhood. I smoothed my robes and laid in your bed until you came.

You kissed me on the lips and started sniffing. When you lift my robes and and immediately smelt the poppy. I don't know how long you were smelling the flower but I knew you were done when you fished that poppy with your tounge giving me oral. I was not surprised when you kissed me with the poppy still in your mouth transferring it to my mouth. I took it you and gently kissed you while you humped me. Now I know. The food in my tummy felt good but this was ecasty and we made love until we both climaxed and but since doing the meditative coupling extended the pleasure. Soon I was biting my lip and grabbed you by what ever hair you and continued to make out with you.

We just stared in our eyes and I was stroking your scars. You told me that I was beautiful and the most precious things on the earth that you came across. I gently kissed you and went to eat lunch.